This is a song about "Band aids"

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And when you're black or latin know they administer aids,

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Some guitar lessons later formed my own band

Your rhymes will receive less attention then and aids patient

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch i never need a match

One man band, ready to chant up an avalanche

Where dark niggas with dark thoughts and long braids

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Instead of putting money towards the schools for todays band of kids

Remember these are the people who started aids

Charcoal seats gray, drop tops like release dates